It was all yours,
my attention, my affection,
there was never any deflection.

I'll admit, it took me a while to open up,
but something did hold me back,
which now holds true,
that maybe you did not feel the way that I felt about you.

Your actions spoke louder than words, which led me to believe,
but all of a sudden we parted, and left me to grieve.


What's even worse is that if we were to cross paths and you wanted to walk in mine, I'd gladly take your hand, once again, but then I would wake up.

Deep from slumber, I would wake up in regret, to think my mind would allow  me to reduce myself to such chance, but no, not ever again, not this brunette.

My affection and attention is no longer yours but all mine, someone more deserving, and will never be overlooked.

©A. Harris 2015

When feelings overload,
and my mind is left a mess,
I look to writing, easing the distress.
My lips are sealed and my heart lies heavy,
that is until, I have released the levee.

©A. Harris 2015

What are we but a sweet daydream?
So full of creativity, and
Our hearts out in the open left to vulnerability.

What are we but the endless ideas of love and romance?
We should be compelled to love ourselves foremost,
we must give this a chance.

-We need sophrosyne-

What are we that we truly don't appreciate the beauty
in being a woman?

-We need effeminacy-

©A. Harris 2015

Wading; feeling the tides come in and go,
just as my good and bad days, you know?
Bad days leave a taste in my mouth, as the ocean water brushes my lips.
Bad days leave me feeling like any progress that was made swimming through the depths, eventually sweep me back farther than I initially started.
Good days leave me feeling like I could swim forever, admiring the horizon and beautiful life given to me.
There are days when I feel like I finally grasped solid ground, and I am able to pull myself back to shore, only to be fooled by this wondrous mind and its clever ways.
But like the tides, it comes and it goes, waiting again for it to cycle, waiting for the chance to escape and get away from the tides that bind.

ever since you left, it all feels different.
the stars are just stars. the wind just wind.
along with the moon, and sunsets, the ripples in the water, and everything in between.
without you everything is just as it was before and i don't feel like writing about them anymore.

It shines so bright,like it has a story to tell.